The Perfect Mrs. Claus, page 1
THE PERFECT MRS. CLAUS
BARBARA MATTESON
CONTENTS
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
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Publisher Acknowledgments
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THE PERFECT MRS. CLAUS
CHAPTER 1
Windblown silvery strands of hair blinded Savannah Brady. The blustery October breeze propelled her through the brass, revolving doors and into Howardson’s Emporium, Boston’s only family-owned department store, a haven of tradition and value.
Like a witch at her cauldron beckoning the unsuspecting victim, the store’s Halloween sale promised to lure all of the local office folks en masse into its retail clutches, as the bell in the store’s clocktower tolled the lunch hour.
Savannah laughed at her silly analogy, brushing the fly-away hair from her eyes. She was happy to be a Howardson’s Halloween victim, and along with her fellow prey, she joined the lunch time throngs and excitedly entered the main foyer of Howardson’s. Savannah quickly met her fate as she was immediately assailed by dangling skeletal limbs hanging from the ceiling with bright orange 75% off decals stuck to bursting eyeball sockets and exposed bony elbows and kneecaps. Halloween was still a week away, but the merchandise was marked so low because the store was shipping out the muted autumnal tones of Halloween and ushering in the bright lights of Christmas. As Macy’s Thanksgiving Parade-sized inflated haunted houses fell flopping down upon the hardwood floors, majestic evergreen trees were erected like skyscrapers. Howardson employees teetered on twenty-foot ladders stringing multi-colored sets of lights. Garland and ribbons the color of frosty ice and diamonds were threaded through the life-like branches of the Christmas trees.
Because of her strict budget, Savannah wasn’t purchasing anything; she loved to browse a good sale. She rounded the corner of one of the many discount aisles, she came upon a huge jack-o’-lantern on sale for five dollars. It was very festive, with its big black triangle eyes and mouth forming into a happy grin. It would look adorable in her front bay window, but right now she was not going to part even with five dollars, as that meant five dollars less in her Christmas stash of cash that was enabling Savannah to have the Christmas-movie Christmas she had been dreaming about since earlier in the year. All traditional Christmas plans were dashed when Patrick, her son, relocated to Switzerland for work. Savannah’s husband of three decades had died of a brain aneurysm two years before, so now, without her husband and son with her, the thought of spending both Christmas Eve and Christmas Day alone was unbearable.
Savannah knew the only solution was to not be at home. She had seen a beautifully photographed flyer in her office kitchen that promised a storybook Christmas experience at The Blue Spruce Inn, located in the heart of the White Mountains in New Hampshire. A storybook Christmas was exactly what Savannah needed this year.
Our Christmas package includes a festively decorated room with trees adorned with antique ornaments and sparkling fairy lights. Sleep in the comfort of a queen-sized bed wrapped in Egyptian cotton flannel sheets topped with a hand-sewn quilt. A Christmas Eve supper will be served with mulled wine and fresh cider from our friendly local vineyards and orchards, and the evening concludes with hot cocoa and cookies before a roaring fire as one of Santa’s elves reads The Night Before Christmas.
Awaken to a traditional Christmas brunch and open presents under the blue spruce Christmas tree on the grounds of the Inn. But it doesn’t end there. Join us for a sleigh ride through the charming town of Brightmore, where Victorian carolers will serenade you along the snowy trails, or stroll along the frosty grounds with the Inn’s specially trained golden retrievers who will guide you through our very own winter wonderland. A traditional turkey dinner will be served, followed by a viewing of the 1948 classic It’s a Wonderful Life. Your enchanted Christmas awaits at The Blue Spruce Inn.
Savannah was now one payment away from her Blue Spruce Inn Christmas, and the bright orange pumpkin would not be taking up residence in her bay window this Halloween.
“You’ll go home with someone else. I’m sure of it.” She gave the jack-o’-lantern an affectionate tap and a wink and silently congratulated herself.
To paraphrase one of my favorite patriots, five dollars saved is five dollars earned towards my enchanted Christmas, she thought with a smile as she wandered from the Halloween aisle.
Savannah decided to take the escalator to the second floor for more sale perusing. She spied an elfin-like woman at the top of the escalator. Her slicked-back shiny black hair was pulled into a tight bun, and she had the shimmery thin complexion of an older woman. Her heavily mascaraed lashes, framed by cat-eye shaped glasses, made her blue eyes pop like Fourth of July firecrackers. Her movements were graceful as a ballerina’s as she tied a beautiful red velvet scarf around the thick shaggy neck of a stuffed brown moose. Howardson’s annual Christmas display was officially under construction, and the moose seemed like the ultimate Christmas present. The woman looked at Savannah, gave her a salute, and danced behind a huge silver aluminum tree.
The holiday spirit wrapped around Savannah like the Blue Spruce Inn quilt promised, and she decided to walk through what would become the legendary Howardson’s Christmas display. Each year the store presented a different theme, and memories of visiting with her son, flooded her mind.
She recalled when Patrick was eight, and Howardson’s featured a Superhero Christmas that included all of Patrick’s favorites dressed in holiday costumes—Spiderman wearing a huge Santa hat, Wonder Woman with her lasso of thick green velvet, and Patrick’s favorite, the Hulk, wearing a way-too-small red vest and large black Santa boots. She still had the picture from that Christmas with Patrick and his Superheroes and pulled out her phone to send herself an email to remind her to dig it out when she got home. I’ll scan it to him, Savannah thought, adding that into her email so she wouldn’t forget.
Savannah then approached what would be the formal entrance to the Christmas display and read the placard in front of a giant snowman that announced:
Howardson’s Emporium Annual Christmas Extravaganza
The Enchanted Land of Claus
Official Opening
Saturday, November 16 at Noon
Holiday cookies and beverages will be served
Experience Howardson’s Christmas Magic Come to Life as we promise our customers the most magical season in Howardson’s history!
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Under the new management of
Mr. Matthew Buck, Creative Director of Special Events and
Miss Fern Rhodes, Special Events Costume Designer
Two oversized, colorful lollipops stood on each side of the snowman, the welcoming sentinels to this Enchanted Land of Claus. Savannah then glanced at her watch.
Darn, I only have fifteen more minutes, she thought as she continued to be mesmerized by the employees dressed in red vests with name tags declaring them Enchanted Land of Claus staff. As busy as they were shuffling trees, stuffed life-size reindeer and foxes, Savannah thought they looked happy being a part of such a cherished Christmas tradition. Howardson’s Emporium was a dying breed—privately owned and not a big box store where everything was made to break. No, Howardson’s carried the best of the best; English Spode tea sets, Irish crystal decanters, along with linen tablecloths and shiny silver napkin holders. When a special gift was needed, the perfect present was always found at Howardson’s.
“Oh, excuse me, Ma’am.” One of the red-vested elves bumped into Savannah while pushing an extraordinarily large green chair.
“Hey, Leo, watch where ya goin’,” said an older man on the other side of the chair. He, as well, was in a red vest with a name tag that said FRED, The Enchanted Land of Claus Workshop Elder.
“I know, again, I’m so sorry, Ma’am.” Savannah saw his name tag said LEO, The Enchanted Land of Claus Workshop Apprentice.
“No worrie
She saw the young man’s face redden at the mention of his name, and he turned to Fred and shouted, ”C’mon Fred, a little more push!” He turned and smiled at Savannah, who gave him the thumbs up. The chair was a small mountain of bright green velvet, which had to be the throne upon which Santa would sit and listen to endless children’s Christmas wishes. Savannah remembered the last time Patrick sat upon Santa’s knee. He was ten and at the age where the reality of Santa was becoming blurred and constantly questioned.
Please, just one more time, Patrick, she remembered thinking as she watched her little boy under the spell of that wonderment that only happens when a child is sitting upon the lap of Santa. It is as if they cannot believe they have come face to face with the great guardian of the North Pole, caretaker of elves and reindeer, especially Rudolph, and toy maker extraordinaire. Santa was the rock star of every child’s fantasy, and it was time to meet him face to face once again. Whatever doubt Patrick had earlier in the day about the reality of Santa Claus quickly vanished, and he excitedly rambled to patient St. Nick about video games and basketball shoes.
Thank you. Savannah silently gave thanks as her happy son hopped from Santa’s knee bounding toward her, grabbing her hand and leading her to the cocoa stand to discuss what Santa would be leaving for her well-behaved child under their Christmas tree. As a mother, there was nothing more important to Savannah, than to make sure Patrick believed in the magic of Christmas.
Savannah strolled through the store, mentally wandering further down her own Christmas memory lane, to one of her own visits with Santa at Howardson’s over forty years before. Through the years, it became a family legend. As it occurred, it was not funny at all, but utterly embarrassing to a well-behaved girl eagerly waiting for her annual visit with Santa Claus.
Nine-year-old Savannah was spending the weekend at her Uncle Guy and Aunt Louise’s house the week before Christmas. Uncle Guy and Aunt Louise lived a couple of towns over from Savannah’s family. They had six children, all much older than Savannah except for her youngest cousins Terri and Ricky, who were always referred to by her aunt and uncle as their ”precious little surprises.” Savannah had no idea what they meant by that, as it was always accompanied by lots of loud laughing and hugging, with Aunt Louise turning a deep shade of Christmas red with her saying ”Oh, Guy, knock that off,” and hitting him on the shoulder.
They were a boisterous family, nothing at all like the quiet of Savannah’s house where it was just Savannah, her mother, and father. Even with the three older cousins gone and on their own, three were still at home: Colleen who was 17 and pretty much paid no attention to her two younger siblings: Terri, six months younger than Savannah; and Ricky, six, whom they lovingly referred to as the Tiny Terror. Ricky was thin and wiry and as fast as a gazelle running from a predator. He was always getting into trouble like climbing on top of the roof when his parents were out to dinner or running around the neighborhood in just his underwear. As long as Ricky was the center of attention, and his antics certainly made him so, he was happy. Savannah overheard her aunt talking to her uncle one day about Ricky’s exploits, and she chalked it up to being the youngest of six and that was ”how he gets all of our attention—by acting out and doing kooky things—and it works. You have to admit to that, Guy.”
Work it did, and Aunt Louise and Uncle Guy thought he was adorable and never punished him for his shenanigans.
“I don’t know why we are even bringing Ricky,” Terri had complained on the day Uncle Guy was taking little Savannah, Terri and Ricky to see Santa, and the three children were dressed in their holiday finery. Savannah wore her favorite red and black plaid dress and shiny black patent leather shoes with red tights. Terri was dressed similarly but with green tights and red leather Mary Janes. Even Ricky was dressed for the occasion with a clean pair of slacks, and a white Oxford shirt with a festive red and green striped tie.
“Okay kids, picture time!” Uncle Guy meticulously took his camera from the bright yellow box and attached the flash bulb to the top. He had Savannah stand on the left side of the tree, with Terri on the right, and smack dab in the middle of them both he sat down Ricky.
“Okay kids, on the count of three, everyone smile and say Christmas tree! Ready? One, two…”
“Christmas tree!” shouted Ricky, as Terri gave him a smack on his shoulder. Savannah watched as her little cousin grinned up at his sister like a possessed Halloween ghoul, showing a mouthful of gums.
The flash bulb exploded as Uncle Guy clicked the shutter, and the brightness would leave the subjects of the photo seeing the dazzling flash for hours.
Uncle Guy looked at his watch.
“No time for another one. Maybe later. We have to hit the road!”
They all piled into the back of Uncle Guy’s beloved green and brown Chevrolet station wagon, with Ricky again sitting in the middle of the two girls, his non-stop fidgeting seriously irritating Terri.
“If you can’t sit still in the car, how in the world are you going to sit on Santa’s lap?”
Terri was beyond agitated with her little brother in the tight space in the rear of the station wagon. Ricky’s little fists were in constant motion, punching his sister on the arm. When Terri swatted him away, he turned his attention to Savannah.
“Savannah,” he said, jabbing her in the arm like a boxer,”I’m glad you’re here. You’re a lot nicer to me than she is.”
Ricky turned to his sister and stuck out his blue-coated tongue.
“You need to stop chewing that blue bubble gum,” Terri bossily said. ”Pretty soon the dye is going to start moving from your tongue to your face.”
“Dad!” shrieked Ricky, ”Terri says I’m going to die before I see Santa!”
“Kids, cut it out,” was all Uncle Guy could muster as he steered the car into the already crowded parking lot at Howardson’s.
“Boy, we just got lucky!” Uncle Guy exclaimed to the three clamoring children in the back of the station wagon. As he was pulling into the packed lot, a car pulled out of a spot, and Uncle Guy expertly maneuvered the station wagon into what seemed like the only empty space.
“C’mon, kids,” he commanded as the three hopped out of the wagon and they made their way into Howardson’s. Savannah felt her heart beat quicker with every step that took her closer to Howardson’s, and to Santa.
“Wow!” exclaimed Ricky, upon entering Santa’s workshop. It was located on the first floor, behind the large silver and black escalators.
SANTA’S CANDY LAND
Loved By Kids Of All Ages!
In the center of the sentences were two candy canes tied together with sprigs of holly and berries.
“That’s such a pretty sign,” Savannah said, turning to Terri, who was on her tiptoes trying to peer over the heads of what seemed like hundreds of people in front of them.
“Well, kids, the line is long, but lots to see,” said Uncle Guy, as they inched down the path of red velvet, leading to the ultimate destination of Santa’s throne. The path leading to Santa was cordoned off by thick ropes of green velvet, and on the other side of those ropes were scenes of Christmas from various periods throughout the years. Savannah and Terri became enthralled with the life-like mannequins of boys and girls dressed in Victorian garb. The first scene was of a boy looking skyward, dressed in a gray woolen coat. He was standing in front of a storefront which had the words ‘Howardson’s Apothecary’ frosted across the window. The windowsill was adorned with cut glass bottles containing green and blue liquid, with wooden stoppers plugged in the bottles’ top openings. The boy had a rectangular wooden basket strung over his neck with the words Apples 5 cents painted on the front of the basket. It was lined with hay with several bright red apples nestled carefully inside. Cottony mounds of snow covered the boy’s worn leather boots, but Savannah didn’t think the boy looked cold at all—he had a friendly smile, and she felt as if he was offering the apples just to her.
